There is no justice on earth for those who are truly evil...

This is a piece I have written for a certain African tyrant who will be easily recognised by the perceptive reader. This is no spoof. It is a heartfelt piece.

Some of the content might be disturbing for the more sensitive or less bloodthirsty reader, so be warned. It was never my intention when I penned these words to cause offence or to upset anyone. What I did want to do was to give expression to the utter revulsion I feel for such monsters, and to cry out for the victims of their monstrous corruption.

DEAR ROBERT........

How do you sleep Mr M?Are your dreams troubledWith visions of the dead?

Do you even know how many Have been murderedOn your orders?

How many raped?How many tortured?How many burned alive?Babies' heads smashed against mud walls,Their mothers bearing witness to the end?

Your lust for PowerAt any priceHas corrupted you.Your Humanity is forfeit.You have no claim to be a man.

You are the empty shellOf what was born human.Your deeds will live onIn the nightmaresOf decent folkWhen you are gone.

Maybe we can yet find a wayTo get rid of youBefore you polluteThe very air we breathe.

I would consider it a privilegeTo slit your black throatAnd listen to you gurgle.

I would gladly pay anotherTo open your belly in the nightAnd carve a slow path to your heart,With a harpy.

I would be happyTo watch you die,Slowly,In unspeakable agony.Watch you writheAnd squirm.Listen to you sobAnd screamAnd curse.

I would be happy to rub saltInto your woundsAnd check your breathing,To make sure you suffer, In full,Before you die.

You are an offenceAgainst Nature,And Nature recoils in horrorAt the back catalogueOf your crimes.

If there is a GodI pray He sees you.I pray He has plans for youWhen you shed your skinOne final timeAnd leave the stage.

Black Serpent you are damnedFor all eternity,Your soul will find no rest.You will remain in limbo,Abandoned and cast out,Until the end of Time.

May you share a table in HellWith Mengele and Pol Pot,And dine on excrementWashed down with bleach.

May your entrails burnAs you clutch and twist,Powerless to resist,Or bargain,Or beg.